Out came from your lips a song
It poured out as fresh water from a waterfall
You bite back like the gates of hell

Angel , muse, siren
You speak from a time I never knew
Tearing holes in the intervals of my life

Drowning in your art
Singing sorrows into my heart as I sleep
Tell me mage ,sibyl , magician

We softly speak our conversation an amalgamation of verses and prayers
Mindful what we wish for careful what we ask
The days are evil , the gods are cruel

With your eyes full of baptism
Your skin is made up of anointing
You are no more beautiful than a lie

Yes the cosmos
Yes the heavens
Yes the depths

Fall at your fingers like fire and thunder
Saint,Apostle, Martyr
At what price does this become an act of love

-v.